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"Oh, I see how it is.~" He decided to follow suit and instead play something also akin to extreme metal, employing techniques such as sweep...
He smirked and nodded. "Not bad," he admired, "but let's see what you make of this.~" Pulling out his acoustic, he played something equally...
I am me. Marissa?
After half an hour or so, Blackened returned to the bar, carrying a guitar on his back. "Ready, Rave?"
"Sweet, just give me a minute." He necked down the Jack n' Coke with a grunt and got up from the stool. "Back in a few," he called out as he went...
"Oh, I've got one at home," he responded. "Shouldn't take too long for me to go grab it, then I'd be up for that.~"
He continued to drink. "I mean, gotta stock up on booze and guitars, right? Then again, your parents could probably take care of that for you."
He turned around to see Asmo standing behind him. "Oh, hey Asmo," he said. "Yeah, money's not gonna be an issue, I don't think."
"Thanks." He took a big swig, ultimately drinking a quarter of the cocktail. "I've been away, just doing my own thing. Business trips on work,...
I'm going through an identity crisis. Or maybe I'm just not thinking strait. I don't know, I've been drinking a lot lately. Dashie?
^is an ailment.
You're still alive.
*noms dark chocolate*
Stone .
Yes. Assmoo?
I got back into the groove!
"Crazy," he responded. "Last time I was here, there was that asylum escapee, or whoever she was... Not even as much as that here now, it seems....
After a long hiatus, which could most likely translate to a stroke of laziness, Blackened strolled into the bar and looked around. Huh, it's not...
Credit to @Ridley Wolf for my avatar!
What Rockout said.
